I had plans for the weekend. You see, on the 29th we have our lodger moving in. So everything needs to be ready and in place before then.
We have a medium-sized 3 bed house with two double rooms and a single. The Toddler had the single room, we had one of the doubles and the other double room was supposed to have been an office/study/craft room. Well, that dream faded when we realised we had nowhere to dump years worth of crap. The room became this.
The lodger has agreed to having the single room and the children would both take the junk room. After it was cleared obvs.
We have known about the lodger coming for around three months. I have been desperately trying to persuade OH to clear that room during this time. Even to the point where his mum came round while I was heavily pregnant with O and we cleared 11 boxes of his shit…
My plans for the weekend mainly consisted of sleeping, food shopping on a budget and a car boot sale early tomorrow morning.
Alas, I have been thwarted again as I overheard:
“…yes, tomorrow we are going to move Toddler into the spare room…”
Spoken by OH on the phone on Friday night.
We are, are we? Three months of trying to persuade you to pull your finger out of your arse and get it done and you decide to spring it on me with less than 24 hours notice?
This is the story of my life.
So I spent all Saturday feeding, moving furniture, cooking lunch and settling a Toddler in a new room. At NO POINT did I get a nap, lie in or snooze and the shopping still remains…well, unshopped. For this reason, I was “treated” to a pizza tonight. I’ve told him he will have to find something to sell to make up the price of the pizza. And we didn’t get up early enough to do the carboot sale. For fucks sake.
On the plus side, the room does look amazing. Shame we had to scatter the stuff semi-strategically around the rest of the house!